Who's Ready to Go DownTown?

Ron Downs appears on the screen. He is wearing the same clothes we saw him in the last time he made an official TnT appearance, dressed in all black he is also carrying a small black duffel bag. It is approximately 2:00 in the morning. Ron isn't the only thing shown by the screen. Last time we were only able to see a little bit of his background, but enough to know that he was in a forest. Now it is quite obvious that he is in an apartment building. He walks down the hall and makes a right at the last door of the hallway. Ron then takes a paperclip out of his pocket. After straightening and bending it some more, he inserts the piece of metal into the lock on the door and jiggles it carefully. After a little more than a minute of fidgeting with the lock, Ron opens the door and walks through. The camera follows him. Once both he and the camera are inside, he looks into the camera and begins to speak.

Ron Downs: You know, it had to be done. (Ron Downs laughs to himself) David Helms is former TnT Heavyweight champion. He is a TnT veteran. Now what is he? Useless. Old man, why don't you quit this business? Let me guess, you have something to prove. You want to prove to the world you still have enough fight left in you to compete with those young whippersnappers... So hell, why not step in the ring with Ron Downs? You've picked the wrong guy to mess with. Rather than get out of the game on a high note, leave this business as the champion, you decided to come back. That wasn't just a dumb move, in this case its pretty damn suicidal. Dave its ok, you probably don't understand because you've never stepped in the ring with someone like me before; a physical Specimen like myself and especially not at your prime. Now you're like seventy-five and you want to go one on one with me? I guess old age not only takes a toll on your body, but your mind as well. Dave what I don't understand is why you would bother trying to wrestle me. Just walking to the ring, you might fall and break your hip, with your osteoporosis and all. Imagine what would happen if I took you downtown. You would be in a full body cast for the rest of your life...if you even survived. Next time I'm going to tell Nic that there is an age limit to people who can step in the ring with me.

Ron Downs: Alright, I'm sure you were once great, you were at the top of your game, you were the one people paid to see. But Dave, times have changed. Its not your time to shine anymore. This right here, this era, is the new age of TnT. Gone are the days of people like you. In the new TnT, I can do whatever I damn well please. You know why? Because no one can do a damn thing to stop me. Helms, the time is now. You might not know what that means, but don't worry, you're going to find out soon enough. You know what I especially like, I like the way you call yourself Dangerous David Helms. I find it interesting and rather ironic. I'm sure you may be dangerous... to most people. But this Friday, here in Chicago Illinois, I won't be in danger. You, Dave, will be the one in serious peril. You will be the one begging me to spare your pathetic existence. You like to call yourself dangerous. That's nice, but its just about as credible as a rottweiler named fluffy. To be honest with you, I feel like I've wasted enough time even addressing you.

Ron Downs: As you can tell, I'm not in Brooklyn at home anymore. Like I said I'm here in Chicago, not preparing for my match, but paying someone a good, well deserved visit. You know they say you will always get what you deserve if you work hard. That's true. But what do you do when you don't get what you deserve? I say you take it by force.

Ron looks around the appartment as if looking for something in particular. His face lights up as his eyes come across a glass case standing up from the ground. It is holding something shiny. Ron walks over to the and admires the display. The camera follows him. Inside of the case are various TnT belts that have been retired. Ron puts his hands down on the case and admires the championship belts. A devilish smirk comes across his face right before he drops his bag and removes a black iron crow bar. Ron, with the same devilish grin looks at the crow bar for about fifteen seconds before raising it over his head and crashing it down against the glass case. After removing the United States title, he uses his crow bar to pry the name plate of Triple M off, scratching the belt a bit in the process. Ron then puts the crow bar back inside his duffel bag. He fastens the belt around his waist and walks over to a bedroom mirror to admire his newfound trophy. He seems pleased. He then unfastens the belt from around his waist and drapes it over his shoulder. Ron is clearly making a mockery of the legacy of the United States Championship. In yet another pose, Ron walks over to Nic's dining room table. He climbs onto the table by using a chair as a ladder. Posing wiht one foot on the chair and one foot on the table, he is apparently acting as though he climbed to the top turnbuckle of a TnT wrestling ring to pose with the United States Championship. After a few minutes of posing, Ron walks back over to the mirror to make a few more poses. Content, Ron fastens the belt around his waist, picks up his bag and heads for the door since he has collected what he came for. On his way to the door, the doorbell rings. Naturally, he answers it. A neighbor in the building apparently heard the noises and came to investigate.

Paul: Hey uh guy, I know you run a wrestling business but this is a residential area. Could you keep the noise down there buddy. It's like 3:00 in the morning and a guy's trying to sleep. Wait a minute who the hell are you?

Ron Downs: Who am I? I'm Ron Downs, the new United States Champion of TnT.

Paul: Yea, listen guy I never hearda ya. Where's Nic? (He takes a second and looks around, noticing the broken glass and the championship belt around Ron's waist.) Hey waitaminute there guy. Did you just steal that belt there? Look guy, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of...

Before the man can finish his sentence, Ron drops his bag and kicks him in the stomach. He then lifts him up and puts him across his shoulders. He then spins him around and DOWNTOWN. Ron Downs just took a Chicago off duty officer DOWNTOWN! Ron dusts off his shoulders then his title, picks up his bag and steps over the downed officer. The camera zooms in on the unconscious officer but in the background Ron can be screen walking away as the screen fades to black.